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i the neighbours like to shout while the sun  come´ s out lily is off her pretty head to the sky dangles thread soft she spake no doubt how did this come about lifted shyly off her bed and to an alien wed (they resembled trout that fetching pout..) so i was duly bled and impregnated soon a mewling brat star blown and stout multi eye and headed plasma fed.. saviour of the planet..! born to poet.. born to lead man is saved..! ii well the world is in a pretty pickle if waiting  for her alien love chile the sun has gone in awhile the sunday sea continues a smile hovers upon her red lip.. iii lily a dream cast her leaden glance sky wards.. lily takes from her sleeve her treasured cards.. a **** on her ****** and she´ s set on ward..! the future laid bare a seer a bird a bard her face drops bad..? bad.. these strange recollections inducing sad reflections caste one forth to endless circle- mad.. nothing about strange that but this my god free heart.. and the majestic lady.. buttercups to her eyes what is it.. nothing good a wild wood any black blood now this card is usually benign the goblets of wine not poison but swamp and sunk and choked seems clear not here a hovel and a grey evoked still trees and stiller eye there is dark that walk abroad behind and away soon cries like a unique word and yes black coagulation while meek and there struggle losing purr if we knew the end or even this card and this one so little cur normally a staunch friend souls want..! you will get what you deserve this skull says crafty devilry..! another cooling goblet.. lily..a strong pull.. upon the pipe of love..
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
the neighbours like to shout
i the neighbours like to shout while the sun  come´ s out lily is off her pretty head to the sky dangles thread soft she spake no doubt how did this come about lifted shyly off her bed and to an alien wed (they resembled trout that fetching pout..) so i was duly bled and impregnated soon a mewling brat star blown and stout multi eye and headed plasma fed.. saviour of the planet..! born to poet.. born to lead man is saved..! ii well the world is in a pretty pickle if waiting  for her alien love chile the sun has gone in awhile the sunday sea continues a smile hovers upon her red lip.. iii lily a dream cast her leaden glance sky wards.. lily takes from her sleeve her treasured cards.. a **** on her ****** and she´ s set on ward..! the future laid bare a seer a bird a bard her face drops bad..? bad.. these strange recollections inducing sad reflections caste one forth to endless circle- mad.. nothing about strange that but this my god free heart.. and the majestic lady.. buttercups to her eyes what is it.. nothing good a wild wood any black blood now this card is usually benign the goblets of wine not poison but swamp and sunk and choked seems clear not here a hovel and a grey evoked still trees and stiller eye there is dark that walk abroad behind and away soon cries like a unique word and yes black coagulation while meek and there struggle losing purr if we knew the end or even this card and this one so little cur normally a staunch friend souls want..! you will get what you deserve this skull says crafty devilry..! another cooling goblet.. lily..a strong pull.. upon the pipe of love..
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michael-john
62/M/SPAIN
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
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